Forgotten's Gender: Female
Daemon's Name: Glimpse
Daemon's Species: Nightingale
Forgotten's Appearance (Physical):
-A rather tall, slim figure (perhaps about 5'6"-5'7" by her teenage years)
-When in full color, she has pale skin, hazel brown eyes and honey blonde, naturally wavy hair. [reference]
-Victorian style of clothing. Often a light cream color and on the simple side (not incredibly frilly). Another thing to add, though-it always seems as if she is drenched from water, thus her clothing being somewhat transluscent and clinging to her skin. [reference - teen/adult]
-Tends to fade from being monochrome to full color, often depending on her mood. If she is in a negative state of mind, she is percieved as black and white. When in a positive mood, she is portrayed in her true colors. When neutral, parts of her may be varying between the two.
Forgotten's Appearance (Traits):
-Has a great love for literature, a bookworm
-Curious, but cautious
-Fragile as a porcelain doll
-Is often quiet, but does take risks
-Polite
Daemon's Appearance (Physical):
-... looks like a normal nightingale. 8D ... what more to say?... okay, I'll put more. XP
-His feathers are the color of murky water
[reference]
Daemon's Appearance (Traits):
- He is rather musical, often singing.
Forgotten's Personality:
Daemon's Personality:
Excerpt:
I remembered a man's head on the pillow beside me. He had straw-colored hair, and when he opened his eyes, he was looking not at me but toward the window, where wind was rattling the pane. A handsome face that brought no comfort. I remembered catching a glimpse of my own eyes in the window reflection as I watched this man ride away on a black horse through the farm gate, the horizon heavy with clouds. And I remembered seeing a pair of frightened eyes looking up at me, full of tears.
The pain... was very memorable. I heard her voice in the darkness reading Keats, "Ode to a Nightingale." Icy water was burning down my throat, splintering my ribs, and my ears were filled with a sound like a demon howling, but I could hear her voice and reached for her. One desperate hand burst from the flood and caught the hem of her gown. I dragged myself, hand over hand, out of the earth and quaked at her feet, clutching her skirts, weeping muddy tears. All I knew was that I had been tortured in the blackness, and then I had escaped.
I held her, yet my arms did not wrinkle the folds of her dress. I cried at her feet like a wretch about to be stoned, kissing the hem of Christ's garment, but she didn't see me, couldn't hear my sobs. I looked at her... She was solid and warm with a fluttering pulse... But I was shadow, light as mist, mute as the wallpaper.
"Please help me," I said to her. But deaf to me, she turned the page.
"Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird..." As she read aloud the
familiar words, I knew what I was.
I don't know if we need to book the excerpt is from, but just in case, it is from A Certain Slant of Light by Laura Whitcomb.
How does the excerpt affect the pair?:
What does it reveal about..
- .. their past?: The first paragraph is the only and last thing Helen remembers about her past. It suggests that she was married, and had a child. However, he went off, perhaps on business affairs. A storm ensued one night, and...
... As for Glimpse, he awakened to the reciting of "Ode to a Nightingale". It's as if the line "thou was not born for death, immortal Bird" bound him to Helen.
.. how they are now that they are "reborn" as a Forgotten?
Helen loves literature, and has a great pleasure in books. She ends up getting caught up in stories. When Helen reads the words, she takes it to heart, and begins to believe what it says is really happening to her - thus feeling it.
.. their future?: [Is it a prophecy? etc.]
Powers, talents, special traits?:
-Can become intangible
-Can randomly remember glimpses of other's pasts when in contact with them
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